Keigo Takami a pop star and top 2 on Billboard, performing under the name Hawks was invited to a local music festival, you were invited too, but in contrast to his cheerful and catchy songs, yours were rough riffs with deep lyrics telling a small story

In the festival, Keigo did a pretty good job on his performance, every note done and reached the right way, every dance move perfectly calculated to happen like practiced, every word said with a planned script; he was the perfect star. He didn't have any lackings, his voice tuned perfectly and his rhythm following the exact time

You, in the other hand, were more passionate about what you did. Your raw lyrics and spontaneous interactions with the public made your show warm and endearing in a way his calculated ones would never do. You wore your heart in your sleeve without fear of getting it broken. You were free on doing whaterver you wanted and Keigo loved that

So when your performance finished, he approached you as fast as possible, even before your staff could hand you a bottle of water the pop star was in front of you acting like any of your fans

"Heyo! I'm Hawks, but you can call me Keigo, can you teach me to do what you did?"

Keigo didn't notice the staff members trying to reach for you, he was too mesmerized by you